Sombra slows the rock of her hips carefully, very carefully because frankly, the omnic's grasp makes her ravenous. She has half a mind to skip further foreplay and get herself off, when Zen speaks and sounds far too calm for her liking. Her eyes snap to his faceplate before the corner of her mouth lifts in very slow smirk.
"Was it your temple's practice," she purrs, drumming her nails on the plate of her chest. The whine of her hack sounds and violet light illuminates her pupils once more. "Or did you just learn that in your studies?"
The touch to her knees draws a momentary glance and an impressed raise of her eyebrows. She rolls her hips again and the feeling is excruciating. The heat of her, the slow slide along his cock. Doubling his usual sensitivity is cruel, but Sombra is pretty sure he can take it.
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"Was it your temple's practice," she purrs, drumming her nails on the plate of her chest. The whine of her hack sounds and violet light illuminates her pupils once more. "Or did you just learn that in your studies?"
The touch to her knees draws a momentary glance and an impressed raise of her eyebrows. She rolls her hips again and the feeling is excruciating. The heat of her, the slow slide along his cock. Doubling his usual sensitivity is cruel, but Sombra is pretty sure he can take it.